…into the ‘toss pile’

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me… and tells me to fold my clothing. From the time my hand-eye coordination was developed enough to do so, I’ve derived massive amounts of pleasure from folding my sweaters, organizing the hanging items in my closet, and ridding my closet of items…

Healthy Choices Smashed By Voices

Cravings are like eyeballs- we all have them. Some of us feel cravings and the ability to curb them more or less strongly than others, but somewhere, deep within the cavernous depths of our souls, these cravings rumble and brew, and stand on the ready to attack. Personally, my cravings are limited to salty snacks and…

When Exercise Met Substitution

Let’s flashback to 6 months ago- I was in tip-top shape. I was running 5 miles, 5 times a week, on-top of strength training, and of course, eating by the book. Cardio was my free. Weightlifting was my release. My husband and I bonded over muscle definition and protein intake and sneakers, and I challenged…

Elegant With Spice Is Everything Nice

It was a classic cable knit sweater, except it wasn’t. This light blue, lightweight sweater was adorned with colorful, shiny, plastic-like discs around the collar. It was 1998, so ditching the butterfly clips and wedge shoes was a bit unheard of. Understanding at a young age how to walk to the beat of my own…

Open The Flood Gates

It’s kind of like Pamplona: the gates swing open… and ready, set, bull! Cooking, for me, is like opening the gates of something packed-with-action: the beginning and middle are irresolute, yet, somehow, the finale brings happiness to all spectators and participators; it leaves people adamantly wanting more. As with all other tasks or challenges in life, I abandon any traces of fear before…

Forget Me Not

Recently, I discovered this incredible thing called ‘owning your shit’. I falter, of course, and there are times when I leave the house with my head held high, in what I think is a chic outfit, only to feel down-in-the-dumps, “fat” or off-trend when I arrive to my destination, or even my office. (I know YOU’VE ALL been there.) Yet,…

Belle of the Ball… At Home

It’s as if I was in someone else’s home for the day; the kitchen feels new, bright. The house is clean and pristine, and smells of basil and garlic and red wine. The old-school hip-hop music blasting is a bit of a disconnect, but comfort and stress are all part of the hosting game for me. The…

Creating Concoctions Part 1

I remember it vividly: it was winter, the sun set early. 5:30 pm and staunchly dark outside- I bravely took that evenings still frozen, whole chicken, and chucked into a soup pot with dried oregano and whole, uncut lemons, generously squeezing an entire bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing all over the contents. I belted out, “dinner…

A Workout A Day: The Mind and Body Slay

And… dive! Head hits the water, body submerges underneath in a streamlined and regal position and continues on in a dolphin-like motion without a single thought roaming around the brain of the inhabitant. In my opinion, the above should be the description used to describe diving into a pool and swimming freely. Ahh, swimming- swimming…

Fashion Is What You Make It- But It Has To Be You…

I tuned into the new season of Project Runway this weekend before our usual Friday night dinner at my mother-in-laws. A favorite pastime, I love to stream and watch a few episodes at a time, putting on my makeup with a glass of apple-cider tea, sitting on my couch, overwhelmingly excited to see the different…

A Love Letter To Pasta

The “pinch and grab”: a chopstick-like motion with your pointer finger and thumb used to casually scoop-up penne or rigatoni from your plate or bowl. Pinch your fingers, grab the noodle, and ensure that the sauce sticks to the glutenous glob. My mother and I coined this name years ago to describe the not-so-elegant way I would eat pasta,…

Elegainst The Grain

I decided to take a brief hiatus from the construction of my ‘transitional’ posts, as those require so much more than a coffee and a brisk walk to drum up inspiration and emotion, and begin writing.  But, in keeping with the notion of transitioning and finding myself, I have undoubtedly been able to bottle up the essence of…